To Do

Today is my last full day in Ireland. I have a lot to do. I must think about these things in an organized manner, rather than just approach them as I naturally would--IOW, as a scatter-brained moron.

1. Get last of money out of bank account. Whee! All save 38 cents!
2. If possible, use up points on Boots card. Got two free Dairy Milk bars. Yay?
3. Go to the Trinity shop, buy gifts for family and friends. Hi. I have no money.
4. Go to Accommodations Office, check policy on donating bedsheets, dishes, etc. I can 'Leave the stuff in the room with a note.' Once again, I'm finding myself to be oddly fond of Trinity bureaucracy.
5. Finish packing (duh). Well, as much as I can reasonably be expected to do for now.
6. Clean bathroom. Ew, ew, ew. But I'm done!
7. Vacuum room. Done! God, you don't know how glad I am that soon, I will NEVER have to see this carpet again!
8. Buy tea! (Will need yummy Irish tea, even in America.) Bought tea (two boxes). And two Bounty bars. And a Galaxy bar. And a Fry's Peppermint Creme. And a box of Jaffa Cakes.
9. Eat one last ploughmans. And it was a really GOOD one, too!
10. Take a walk around Merrion Square; sit in park for a while, if there's time. Wandered around in the sun, then sat and read How Many Miles to Babylon? for a while near the statue of Bernardo O'Higgins. Took more dorky pictures of Oscar.
11. Return suitemate's copy of Never Let Me Go--which is SIGNED and will make me feel really guilty if I accidentally steal it; why is she never home? Guilt assuaged!
12. Go to O'Neill's for last meal; hope steak and Guinness pie is on the menu (I love steak and Guinness pie). They did, and it was delicious! I ate too much. Oof.
13. Check bus times. Every 15 minutes. Good.
14. Make sure I have proper change for the bus tomorrow. e1.85. Check.
15. Charge and reorganize iPod. Done and done!

I think that's everything. I hope that's everything.

Anyway, sorry for all once and future spammage. This move is making me really, really anxious.

On a happier note, check out the icon megolas made me. That's me pressing a toe onto Trinity College's sacred grass--which you are absolutely not allowed to walk on, goddammit! I'm such a rebel.

I'll never learn.

Hi, remember me? I'm the girl who yesterday almost broke the backs of two strong young women schlepping books to the post office, and was then charged 219 euro to ship said books. And yet, when I saw that it was going to be impossible to get into the Trinity shop for a while because the place is cluttered up with tourists, what did I do? I went to my favorite used bookshop (the one near Sheppard's Hairdressing), and I bought books.

*facepalm*

In fairness, I only got The Secret History because everyone has been recommending it to me, and How Many Miles to Babylon? because siriaeve recommended it to me. And I was very good and didn't snag the nice, cheap copies of The Alexandria Quartet (because I think my mom has it) or The Ambassadors (because I think I have it). I was totally reasonable, really!

*headdesk*

But I'm going to read them on the plane, so that makes it okay. Yes.

*eats ploughmans, thus accomplishing No. 9 on list*

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Oh, God. I am not crying listening to U2 play "Dirty Old Town." I'm not.